By A.E. Bayne
Inhabiting the primal room
of the rolling life womb -
not beautiful, but wondrous,
expanding through the secretions
of an organic pulse.
Made of us
and nourished on my blood,
devouring our genetic codes...
cloning.
I transport
the parasite divine,
but experience the longing
to touch human -
to feel the sun-warmed skin of peaches.
Observation 12
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Dreams can make you question your sanity.
Take this dream, for instance, that woke me up at 2:39 A.M. in a fit of
maniacal laughter. I was a couple. A coup...
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